Sitting around a fire at night

I do not love. I cannot share. I will not believe. No paramours. No confidants. No confessors. Raging and subsiding tides, the heaving and sinking hearts. Was once, somewhere, no longer to be found. I am a gnarled soul, carcass of a fuller being. Chew and spit. I will be regurgitation, the indigestible sinew. Incinerate me; transmutation into rough stone. Chip away, shards of crystal lost in darkness. The hardest matter.

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